Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
John Fletcher. 15791625211. Away, Delights
AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling, | |
For I must die. | |
Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling | |
Lie after lie. | |
For ever let me rest now from thy smarts; | 5 |
Alas, for pity go | |
And fire their hearts | |
That have been hard to thee! Mine was not so. | |
Never again deluding love shall know me, | |
For I will die; | 10 |
And all those griefs that think to overgrow me | |
Shall be as I: | |
For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry— | |
‘Alas, for pity stay, | |
And let us die | 15 |
With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.’ |